Page 58 of Monster
Vincent
Present
Damn.I forgot how hot she looked tied up for me. Too bad nothing good will come of it this time—at least not for her. Me on the other hand? I’m about to get my dick sucked. And the fact it’s going to be in front of Essa makes it ten times hotter. Ava hasn’t even touched me yet and Essa is already seething. I can’t wait to see how desperate she gets once Ava’s mouth is on me.
“Now, where were we?” I clap my hands and rub them together as I turn away from Essa. Earlier—when she was still sleeping—I came in here and tied some rope to the legs of my billiards table so I would be prepared for this very moment. A moment I have thought about over and over in my fucking head since the second I saw that piece of shit’s fingers inside of my baby doll.
Now it’s her turn to see how much it hurts seeing the person you… Fuck, I don’t even know. Are obsessed with? Yeah, I’ll go with that. It’s her turn to see how much it hurts seeing the person you’re obsessed with fucking someone else.
I shake my head to disperse thoughts of Essa withhimfrom my mind. Time to get my head in the game. “Ava,” I call out. “Come here.” She quickly obeys my order and comes to stand in front of me. She looks me in the eyes, and I can sense her submissiveness. She’s confident because she knows what she wants but she also wants to please me and that’s exactly what I need right now.
“You know the drill, sweetheart.” I nod at her and like an obedient little girl she drops to her knees for me—but she doesn’t make a move, instead waiting for my instruction. I glance behind me for a split second before staring down at her again.
“Here, let’s shift this way so she can have the perfect view. Don’t want her to miss a thing.” I smile as I pet her hair. Ava doesn’t miss a beat as she shifts a few feet on her knees to the left with me.
“That’s a good girl. You listen so well for daddy.” I praise Ava, more than I usually would, but with Essa here, I’m pushing every single fucking one of her buttons I can. I wrap Ava’s hair around my fist and pull her head back so she can stare up at me. “You know what to do.” And without any hesitation, she undoes the button on my jeans before slowly pulling the zipper down.
I’m not hard yet, but I glance over at Essa as I feel Ava tug my jeans down my hips and Essa’s cold, hard, painful stare gives me exactly what I need. My dick pulses and grows painfully hard, painfully quick. Essa has always been able to do that to me.
I keep my eyes locked on Essa as I tug on Ava’s hair. I feel her pause and the slight shift of her head as she glances up at me, but I don’t bother to look at her. I keep my eyes on Essa as I speak. “Hurry the fuck up. I wanna feel you swallow my cock,” I bark out, already fucking impatient. This back and forth between Essa and I was enough fucking foreplay for me.
I feel the chill of the air hit my dick as my boxers are swiftly yanked down my legs and not even two seconds later, I feel Ava’s hot, wet mouth envelops me completely. A rough groan tears through my throat as she practically swallows me whole. She definitely knows her way around a dick.
My eyes shut automatically when I feel her swallow around the head of my cock and my other hand snakes around the side of her face to grip onto the back of her head.I yank her hair back to pull her off me some. I need to slow her down and control this situation. This is not a quick fuck for me to come.
This is revenge.
I slow Ava’s movement over me and she gets the hint. She starts swirling the tip of her tongue around my shaft and when she pulls back, all the way to the tip, she darts her tongue through the slit, and I shudder. Now I’m back in control, I turn my head to look back at Essa and what I see brings unexpected guilt crashing into me. Tears are pooled in her eyes, but her face is twisted into the most disgusted look she can manage, I’m sure. But I’ve never seen her look so beautiful—well, maybe when she was cut in a hundred different places and bleeding all over my bed—but still.
“Fuck,” I grunt but I don’t stop Ava. Instead, I make her move faster over my length. A surge of pride shoots through me when I realize I accomplished the very task I set. Ava works over me faster, sucking me harder. I feel the tingle at the base of my spine shoot through me and I give in. I no longer need to hold back when I succeed, so now I just wanna feel good. I let the feeling of ecstasy wash over me as my release shoots down Ava’s throat.
I groan as I come. My eyes close briefly from the sensation but I open them almost as quickly. I need to see Essa. I roll my head to the right and flicker my heavy eyes in her direction. Her green eyes shine with her tears, and they fall freely down her face because she doesn’t have the ability to wipe them away. Her arms are stretched as wide as they will go because of how tight I tied the ropes, and her hands are already turning a different color.
Fucking beautiful.
Ava pulls her mouth from me, and I hiss when the cool air hits my wet dick. I swiftly pull my boxers and jeans back up. “Get out of here now, sweetheart.” I nod my head at Ava, not giving her the time of day. This wasn’t about her, or even about me. This was about Essa and making her feel pain. Guilt. And every fucking bad thing she could possibly feel.
The little bitch ruined my fucking life. And yeah, it may have been my fault saying yes to Ben in the beginning, but the rest of it? The lies, the pain, all of it is her fault. At least I fucking took care of Ben and Sierra, so she doesn’t have to worry about them anymore. She still hasn’t asked me about them, but I know she knows they are dead. I wonder what she thinks about that. Maybe I’ll ask her right now to find out…
I hear the soft click of the door shutting, announcing it is solely Essa and I in the room now. I turn to face her completely, but she isn’t looking at me. She’s staring at the floor and her face is red. From anger or her crying, I’m not sure.
I take seven steps forward until I’m standing right in front of her. Standing at six foot four, Essa appears tiny at this angle—more so than usual. I crouch down in front of her and put my index finger under her chin. I push her head back so she can look me in the eyes but what I see causes my heart to squeeze painfully in my chest.
“Essa, baby,” I whisper. Her gaze shifts from the floor to my face and her tearful eyes quickly harden in anger.
“Donotfucking call me that, Vincent,” she snaps at me. “I am not your fucking baby.”
“Ahh, you’re right. Youaremy fucking baby doll though, and that will never change.” I move my hand to cover the side of her face and brush away a stray tear. It catches on my thumb, and I bring it to my lips and suck it off my thumb. Essa stares rapt as she observes me, and it makes some of the guilt subside—for the time being anyway.
“If you’re going to kill me, then please just get it over with,” she blurts out of nowhere and causes me to stand abruptly. My hand is ripped away from her face from the force, and she jerks back from me.
“Oh, no, baby doll.” I shake my head as I laugh maniacally. “You’re not getting off that easy. Nope. You’re gonna hurt. You’re gonna fucking pay for what you did to me. And on top of that, we’ve got a hell of a lot to talk about because I have realized over these last few months without you, I don’t know as much about you as I wish I did.
“Well, I know enough from what I have found myself, but I still want to hear things from you. The fun has just begun, baby, and you’re along for the ride—till the very fucking end.”
